While out at 5:15 AM (looking this good takes some serious dedication) my pace partner mentioned Body By Angel, a personal trainer who has helped transform quite a few of the Black Girls Run members. That same afternoon I got a text from Angel about working out. Beliveing that everything happens for a reason, I set up to meet with Angel the following Saturday. Sore and on my way to goals I’ve had for the past umpteen years, I think it’s one of the best decisions I have made.
The first week, I had a few moments of the “good” soreness that comes from a decent workout. The second week I looked like a T-Rex as I tried to get my clothes on and stretch in the morning. To combat the fatigue from the upper body workouts, I foolishly sent a message to my trainer:
Can we do legs next session?
In my mind I imagined myself doing some deadlifts, squats, and a few other things I found over the internet. Little did I realize I was going to have legs that feel like jello and a hamstring that burns. I refuse to mention my knee. The silence means that tomorrow I will be rocking crocs in church.
Me thinking about how wonderful my legs will look:
Me after Angel showed me the first exercise:
Me after the second exercise:
Me when I realized I *PAY* to get tortured this way:
Me when I’m done:
Me the next day: